Vynaan was suspended upright with leather straps, lifted onto the balls of her feet, every muscle in her body aching, quaking from her last orgasm, feeling desperate for more than what he was giving her. As he ran the tip of the buggy-whip over her shoulder and down to her breast, she shuddered from the sensation of the leather caressing her skin, almost painfully sensitive over every inch of her body in spite of how lightly it feathered over her. Were it not against the rules she now felt crazy to have agreed to, she would have been pleading with him for what she so urgently wanted. But she knew if she spoke, he would deny her all the more for breaking her word. Besides, as he routinely told her, this wasn't about her desire, but rather, her absolute and total submission. Which, as much as she tried to give it, she sometimes couldn't help but hold back. Other times, he managed to push her to the point of nearly breaking, and she would feel the sweet bliss of a surrender so complete she forgot everything else. And that was the whole point.

For both of them.

Forcing herself to be patient, in spite of how impatient she felt, she inhaled sharply as the whip slid down to her abdomen, then past her hip, and then rested on her thigh. He had a knowing look on his face when he moved the tip inside her legs, his voice a tempting rumble as he bluntly thought out loud, "I wonder if I should make you cum again. Or if maybe you need something else."

Panting, she strained against the straps holding her in place, pulling her lower body back from the whip, unsure she could bear another orgasm, still managing not to speak. He seemed moderately amused by her actions and withdrew the whip for a moment before the leather tip met her skin in a firm lash, stinging the upper part of her chest. Letting most of her body go limp with a cringe and a faint whimper, her wrists and waist cutting into the leather restraints as she slackened, she felt simultaneously relieved and injured. His cruel mix of pleasure and pain during their time together was always intoxicating, but she always reached a point where it was the pain she craved the most. Where she'd simply cum too hard, too much, too often to enjoy it. Right now, she wanted a particular ache she could only get one way, but would settle for being whipped. As he continued, every action measured and so in control, she was as thrilled by his dominance as she was the lashes. The snap whenever the whip landed, the burn on her chest, her abdomen, her limbs, the way her body involuntarily jerked in the restraints from the sharp pain of it, followed by a pleasant tingle, all made her shudder and gasp, beads of sweat breaking out on her brow, her folds growing slicker than ever with pure need.

After a long interval of asserting himself with the whip, he began again gently stroking her skin with it. It still stung from the welts he'd left behind, and now she relished in the blend of soreness and softness as it touched her. Then, he carefully slid the tip between her legs, teasing her folds with it. They were not only wet, but still hypersensitive from all the orgasms she'd had. Her head flew back, air being drawn in through her teeth, as he stimulated her with the leather end of the whip, making the heat in her pelvis begin to radiate through every part of her body. This wasn't what she needed, but she again reminded herself this was more about her surrender than her desires. About being tormented until she felt that release, all the burdens of her life falling away. Wanting that end more than she wanted anything ordinary, she continued to submit to him, to not object to the way he treated her, to not make so much as one demand for herself. When she felt all the muscles below her waist begin to clench up, her cunt folding on itself, her backside tightening, her toes pointing sharply, he moved the whip more quickly, bringing her to a higher plateau. As she hung there, gasping repeatedly, he moved his free hand to her pelvis, his massive thumb sliding down to her clit. Vynaan held in a shrill cry as her cunt spasmed, moisture flooded down her legs, a current running from her clit to every nerve ending in her body. Continuing to cum as he stimulated her sensitive tissues to the point of soreness, she began gasping repeatedly again, dizzied with pleasure and still desperately trying to maintain her focus. She didn't know how long he kept her cumming, but she made certain not a single audible sound passed her lips. Which he appeared to appreciate when he finally withdrew both his hands and stepped back to give her an approving smile. "Good girl. You've been obeying the rules this time. Though there's still something more you need before I fuck you."

Feeling desperate, she wondered what in the name of Mythal he could be referring to. Then he reached for the pack he always brought with him when he visited her room. It was always exciting to see what he would bring. Whips, cuffs, enchanted runes which enhanced pleasure or pain, silk cords or scarves to tie her with, feathers, the leather straps he'd suspended her with...there was always something new and exhilarating. Watching as he plunged both hands in, she saw each withdraw with a toy. One was smooth, solid, dark-red glass, slender and tapered with a wide base. The other was varnished, knotted, rich wood with a bulbous end. Shuddering at the sight of them, she guessed his intention. While not strictly what she desired, she felt a sudden urgency for what he proposed. He was right (as always). She needed something more right now that what she'd previously believed. Longing for the toys now as he brought the tip of the glass one up to slide it over her jawline, she silently prayed he would do more than merely tease her with it. Especially since it felt so smooth, so hard... Lifting it to her open mouth he slid it past her lips onto her tongue, telling her, "Get it nice and wet for me."

Complying, she closed her mouth around the unyielding hardness, letting her saliva pool around it as he rolled it between her lips. By the time he withdrew it, the toy was dripping with moisture. Then, as she was helplessly suspended and unable to stop him, he brought it down to her ass, rather than her cunt. Gasping as he began pushing it in her hole, she felt the pressure as it opened her and slid partway in. With her mouth wide and her brow furrowed, she wondered whether she should demand he stop. Especially since the toy was so...damned...hard! Still, she held in her desperation, knowing that if he wanted this, if he felt she needed it, he was likely in the right. Besides, could she truly feel the power of surrender if she didn't let him do this? Knowing she couldn't, that she must submit utterly to his will, she took several deep breaths and tried to relax while he began sliding the toy deeper into her ass, all the way up to the base. The discomfort was driving her wild, Vynaan now enjoying the way it was penetrating where she'd never been penetrated as he began slowly moving it in and out. Soon, her ass began to draw it in, rather than resisting, and the discomfort was accompanied by waves of pleasure. Then, as she felt as though she was about to cum, he slid the other toy into her cunt. Biting her lip to keep from crying out as her bliss threatened to undo her, she felt thrilled from the sensation of being so very full. It was exactly what she needed, just as he'd told her it was.

"You can cum again." He spoke over her ear, giving her permission in his controlled tone. "As hard as you like, as much as you like."

It was his consent which caused her to snap. Cumming hard, in multiple waves, gasping frantically and shuddering from her legs all the way up to her fingertips, her cunt bore down on the toy, the knots in the wood sensational as they were massaged by her sensitive walls, the inside of her ass quivering. He continued fucking her with the toys, penetrating her deeply, occasionally twisting them as he pushed them in, causing the knots in her cunt and the smooth glide in her ass to stimulate her all the more. Drawing out the orgasms for what felt like forever, he continued patiently making her cum until she'd forgotten her own name, let alone her duties as Inquisitor. All she was right now was submissive to him. Having achieved what they both needed, she felt utterly satisfied with what was happening to her. Still, he continued to make her cum as he thrust harder and faster with the toys, edging her ecstasy with agony. She didn't care about the pain, but craved it, craved whatever he would give her. Craved being his, absolutely and totally. Desire was lost in favor of surrender, just as they both needed.

After a particularly pleasurable orgasm gradually slowed to a stop, he removed the toy in her cunt, lifted it to her lips and ordered her, "Taste yourself." Reluctantly, she licked the toy, once. Finding the salty-sweet flavor was actually pleasant, she opened her mouth wider so he could slide the knotted wood in her mouth. While she was sucking and lapping her juices he chuckled, "Tastes good, doesn't it?"

Nodding, though not speaking, while she relished in the flavor, she consumed every last bit of the fluid left behind on the toy. When she was left but nothing but the taste of her own saliva again, he began sliding the wood deeper into her mouth, giving her more to sample, until he was eventually fucking her throat with the hard, knotted toy, the glass one still being used in her ass. Swallowing eagerly, humming languidly whenever the one in her ass delved deep, she felt as though she couldn't get enough of doing his bidding, of following his dominant will to the point of oblivion. It was always about seeing how far she'd go, how much he could push her, the depths of surrender she could reach. Each time, he made things more intense, drawing her past the point of reason into an abyss of submission. She'd yet to refuse a single act he engaged her in, to not agree to a rule he proposed, to reject anything about his controlling sensuality. Not even now, when he was plunging the glass so firmly into her ass she was growing dizzy, again becoming limp in the restraints, barely able to focus on the wood in her throat. When her ass again quivered in bliss, cumming harder than before on the unyielding toy, she breathed so heavily through her nostrils, she could feel them burning. Tempted to turn her head and scream in torment and urgent pleasure from the painful orgasm, she nonetheless remembered the rules. Quaking violently in the restraints, limbs aching, her mouth wide around the wood, she felt utterly helpless and was loving every minute of it. She'd never felt so vulnerable, yet so safe.

"I think you need to be fucked now." He explained, though he continued using the toys. "Don't you?"

At this point, she no longer knew what she needed. Only he could determine that. Letting him make the call was what she craved most now, so deep was her desire to defer to him. If he wanted to fuck her, she was in no position to refuse, nor did she have any urge to. Besides, she loved when their sex culminated in him fucking her. It didn't always, for he sometimes only wished for her submission and nothing more, but when it did...! As the toys were withdrawn and landed on the floor, he undid the leather straps around her ankles before picking her up by the hips and wrapping her legs around his waist. Not only was he oh-so-strong, but he also possessed enough stamina to maintain this position for an extended interval. Plus, she was light enough he would have virtually no trouble with her weight. As if to prove as much, he easily shifted her hips until her folds were resting against his agonizingly thick length. When he slid the tip to her entrance, she gasped again, suddenly so very aware of how much he'd been in the right again: She did need this. Urgently. It always hurt beyond belief when he fucked her, no matter how gentle he was, because of his massive size. The first time they'd been together, she'd been frightened by how deep it went, how far it stretched her. But she always loved it. Especially now, when he'd been waiting so long to do it. Even so, he showed no sign of impatience or urgency, even as he began shoving the throbbing tip against her entrance. It resisted the stretch, as always (no matter how many times he'd stretched her open she'd always returned to her previous dimensions), and she grimaced painfully at the invasive nature of his cock prying her open. But soon, he'd successfully forced a fraction of his gigantic tip into her cunt, leaving her inhaling sharply in agony.

Then, inch by tormenting inch, he began to shove the pulsating muscle in. Her cunt burned from the demanding stretch as it went, becoming wider, wider, wider, while he gradually managed to fill her. When he was buried so deep she felt full to bursting, he thrust just a tiny bit more, hitting her back wall so firmly she all but felt it in her throat when she held in a groan. Then, he slowly pulled most of the way out. The friction against her walls was so good, so painful but pleasurable at the same time, and the way the tip dragged past her spot left her panting with desire. When he thrust deep again, his cock moved into her more swiftly and with more force, causing a loud gasp to leave her. Once he was buried so far in she felt she could fall apart, she glanced down, always thrilled by the fact he could never get the whole of his cock into her cunt. There was still a good two and a half inches of his shaft left out. At least. Vynaan had barely had time to revel in the fact before he began circling with his hips, stirring in her cunt with his enormous girth, stretching her so wide she began to see stars. The things he did to her! After circling for a long amount of time, he whispered authoritatively into her sensitive ear, "Squeeze your cunt. Make it even tighter."

Doing as she was told, it took an act of the gods to remain silent as her sensitive walls began massaging the gigantic shaft, burning and quivering in both agony and ecstasy. It felt so hard, so good, so right that her body began involuntarily climbing to a new, even higher plateau. This twisted, tormented submission to the sensations he demanded she experience was exactly what she needed to feel. Unable to maintain her focus, her head fell to one side, her mouth open wide in a loud pant, as her eyes rolled back in her head. Lowering his mouth to the side of her neck, he began firmly sucking on her flesh, marking her as his. Everyone would notice, but everyone else didn't matter. They would never understand if they knew how much she was his, how much she craved being subject to his will. Continuing to mark her as he held his throbbing fullness deep in her strong cunt, he covered every inch of her neck with love-bites. He didn't seem to care one bit about his own pleasure as he did this. He derived satisfaction from the fact she belonged to him, body and soul. Sometimes, when tormenting her, he wouldn't even cum, no matter whether she longed for him to. Sometimes especially when she longed for him to. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if he would today when, after he was done marking her neck, his voice drifted into her ear, "I bet I know what you're thinking: You want to know if I'll cum for you, don't you?"

Imagining his hot semen covering her abdomen, her breasts, perhaps even her face, she bit her lip as she tried not to answer. He was testing her will to remain silent, her submission. But her surrender was total and she refused to relinquish it. As he pulled most of the way out, he all but demanded to know, "Do you want me to cum, little elf? Do you? Are you so desperate for it that you'll break the rules?"

Gasping and panting urgently, she almost violated the agreement, but held back. After all, if she broke the rules, he would likely refuse to cum for her on those grounds. Besides, as much as she felt she needed him to cum, only he knew what she truly needed. Remaining silent, waiting for him to decide what he alone had the right to decide, she opened her eyes again to give him a resolute look. One he would know to read as absolute obedience. Plunging in deep again (so deep!) he chuckled when she exhaled sharply, her cunt now hungrily trying to devour him, his gaze steady as she continued breathing heavily from being so very close. All he had to do was start moving again and she would have an unfathomably hard orgasm. But he simply held her there, drawing out the anticipation, his expression one of mastery and control, as if he felt no pleasure of his own. As though his entire being lived for his dominance over her, nothing more. Orgasm meant a temporary loss of control, a state of vulnerability. Why should he give her that when the whole point was her vulnerability, her relinquishing control, not his? If he was willing to share that will her, it would be to display his power over her, not for his own carnal need to lose himself. Everything in this moment was about her becoming docile and dependent. It was for that reason his cock continued to hold inside her, throbbing and twitching against her quivering walls, keeping her so very close. Then, it became even harder, her orgasm now so close she could all but taste it, and she knew he was just as close, though it didn't show in his bearing.

"I'm going to do something different this time." He informed her in a measured tone. "I'm going to fuck you until you're cumming so hard you milk my cock dry. I'll give you a moment to think it over. After I count down from ten, if you haven't objected, I'm going to fill you with my seed."

The idea of him cumming inside her left her simultaneously thrilled and terrified. It was something he'd been careful to avoid before, for obvious reasons. But the truth was, not only did she relish in this new level of submission, but she loved him. Though she wasn't sure what dangers were involved in carrying a Qunari child to term, the idea of having his baby had an appeal to it she couldn't deny. Besides which, there was no guarantee she would become pregnant if they did this. Some couples met with success every time, some once in a while, others never did. Given that no one even knew if Qunari even could conceive with others (it was something that had never really been tried) there was every chance it was actually impossible. As he was counting down (slowly, to give her enough time) she eventually came to the conclusion she was willing to try. To surrender her body in more ways than one. By the time he was at the end of the countdown, his voice rumbling, "...four...three...two..." she gave him a determined look and a challenging smile. Then, pausing for an extended period, gazing into her eyes, he smiled before he took a deep breath and confidently said, "One. Time's up."

The thickness began to slide out, over her spot. She was already cumming when he forced it deep again, spasming madly as he began picking up the pace, hardening his thrusts, fucking her in earnest. Continuing to cum while he panted heavily in her ear, her orgasms became so intense her cunt tried to expel him with every pass, only to be penetrated deeply again. Soon, he became frantic with his thrusts, going in so deep with such force her pleasure was again edged with intense pain. Aroused by the torment, she began to lose control of herself. When the next spasm clenched the head of his cock as it hit her back wall, she managed to close her mouth in time to muffle a high-pitched wail, but the sound still came from her throat. Thankfully, he didn't stop when he heard it. Instead he fucked her harder and deeper than he'd ever fucked her before, slapping her ass hard with one hand while the other held her up. Continuing to slap her ass, she felt it stinging, becoming red, but the agonizing orgasm had her too distracted to care. As he all but brutalized her cunt, he growled, "Bad girl. Now, I have to punish you."

"Yes!" She finally broke, crying out in torment and desire. "I'm soooo bad! Punish me, Bull! Make me feel what a bad girl I am!"

Sliding out, leaving her wanting, he lowered her legs, letting her dangle by her wrists and her waist as he moved behind her. She didn't hear him pick up the whip, but felt the first of the lashes on her ass. For several tormented minutes, he lashed her so hard she felt the welts burning, two of them breaking open to let a small trickle of blood run down her back. Vynaan could have objected, could have stopped him at any moment, but instead, continued to hang there and let him whip her. It seemed to take forever, but she reveled in every lash. She'd earned this, wanted this. All this and more. After her back and backside were covered with stinging welts, he came up behind her and, without any caution or concern, thrust his cock so hard and so deep into her cunt she held in a scream. His hands dug into her hips and jerked them back whenever he savagely thrust, making the impact inside drive her to the brink of madness, and the impact of his body against her back burn from the welts he'd left behind. Soon, she was cumming again, in spite of the pain, enduring the orgasm rather than enjoying it. And as her cunt spasmed around him so desperately it was both breathtaking and agonizing, he started grunting, "You like it when I punish you with my cock, little elf? Is that why you're so bad? You going to keep being bad for me, or do you want to be a good girl again?"

Before she could think about whether to answer, whether to be bad or be good (she enjoyed the outcome of either), her cunt began to bear down wildly, to force him to hold deep, lest his cock be pushed out. Grunting behind her as her cunt became barbaric in its spasms, he demanded to know, "You like that? You like it when I punish you with my cock? You want me to cum inside you? To ravage your cunt until it milks my seed into your womb?"

Creators, how she wanted it now! To be flooded with hot semen, to be filled to bursting with his cum, to let him impregnate her. Not knowing whether being good or bad would make him do it, she resorted to thrusting back with her hips and grinding her body onto his cock, making her spasms more intense and eliciting a growl form him. Then, as she was grinding, his hands moved around to her pelvis, one finger sliding to her clit, the other hand putting delicious pressure on her pubic bone. Pulling partway out, he thrust deep again, and she started having an orgasm so intense she wondered if she could die from cumming. Her spasms gripped his immense cock so hard he began shouting at the same time she felt the bursting flood of his sticky, hot seed coating her. Then, continuing to cum, he urged her, "Good girl. Milk it dry. Take every last bit of my cum with that tight little cunt. Make a baby for me."

It took a while for their orgasms to finish, but when they did, he moved to lift her hips high in the air, sliding her off his cock, but tilting them so not so much as one drop of his precious cum dripped out. With one arm steadily bracing her in that position, his free one moved to undo the rest of the straps. After her arms fell free and were draped around his neck, he jerked the waistband off and carried her to her bed. Placing her on the mattress, he picked up her legs by the ankles and lifted them high in the air, ensuring her pelvis was tilted so far back his seed was pooled at the back of her cunt. As he held her legs in place, his face became almost tender as he spoke, "The Qunari do this when they want to get pregnant. It makes sure the semen flows in just right. I know you're tired, so just relax while I make sure the rest happens like it should."

"From what I know about pregnancy, I'm the one who makes 'the rest happen like it should.'" She teased him with a giggle. "Besides, we don't even know it will work."

"It'll work." He assured her with a grin. "I could tell by how thick your juices were that you're ripe."

"Strange." Vynaan mused out loud. "I've never thought about becoming a parent before now."

"You don't have to, Boss." He raised an eyebrow, his voice suddenly concerned. "The healers make a potion that can stop it if you want."

"Did I say that?" She asked sternly, giving him an impatient look. "If you want a child, Bull, I'm willing to give you one. Just because I've never thought about it before, doesn't mean I don't want to."

"Just wanted to remind you it's your call, Boss." He pointed out with a gentle smile. "Like everything else I do to you, you're allowed to call it off with a word. But, like everything else I decide to try, you need this."

"I believe you." She murmured tenderly. "You always know exactly what I need. This is no different."